"Oh, do I?" she cried, beaming with delight. "I am so glad you think so!"
"It doesn't matter what I think."
"But it does," she insisted.
Cyril turned resolutely away. This sort of thing must stop, he determined.
"I would like to ask you one thing." She hesitated a moment. "Are we very poor?"
"No, why?"
"Then I could afford to have some pretty clothes?"
"Certainly."
"Oh, I'm so glad! I can't bear the ones I have on. I can't think why I ever bought anything so ugly. I shall throw them away as soon as I can get others. By the way, where is my box? Nurse tells me that I arrived here with nothing but a small hand-bag."
"It has gone astray," he stammered. "It will turn up soon, no doubt, but in the meantime I have bought a few clothes for your immediate use."